"The Evolution of Dreams" by Kavya Kamath

Some of you may have deduced this already, given how late I’m posting this blog post, but this month I feel like I’ve hit a slump.

I thought about making a photography blog post, but, frankly, I’m not very good. I thought about using the blog post topic of the month, but that turned out to be “Creative Writing,” which is rather broad, and I was (surprise, surprise) planning to do that anyway. I thought about writing a short story, but, over the course of the month, no new ideas have popped into my head, and I tend to have trouble writing unless I’m inspired or passionate about the subject/idea.

So, that leaves us here… with poetry. But even then, my imagination has run dry. There’s been nothing new or interesting to dig out of the recesses of my mind. Because of all this, I thought, if I can’t come up with anything… why not let the internet come up with something for me? So, I looked up a list of poetry prompts and my April blog post was born.

At this point, I do realize I’m deep into the territory of ‘never getting to the point,’ so, without further ado, here is a poem written by yours truly.

Site from which I got the prompt: https://thinkwritten.com/poetry-prompts/

Prompt: The Untouchable - Something that will always be out of reach

The Evolution of Dreams

She reached her small arm out far in front of her

With her fingers stretched wide

As far as she could extend her four-year-old self

But she was still so far from touching the sky

Because the golden sun and glowing moon

Speeding through the heavens

On an endless loop, don’t wait

For young children, no matter how far up they may stretch their fingers

She gazed through the thin glass window, sparkling and clear as day

She could almost touch the smooth blackboard and the chalky writing scrawled across it

The sun beat down, burning the asphalt around her. Her feet hurt

The teacher spoke words she couldn’t hear. Her heart hurt

Because school-age children and well-meaning parents

Forever caught up in being the best, the smartest

Sending their kids to prestigious private schools, don’t wait

For the children left behind, no matter how badly they want to be in that classroom

She caught eyes with the man across the room

His black suit was stunning, his face familiar as the back of her hand

But to him, she was nothing more than a fleeting moment

If only she had the courage to reach out and shake his hand

But dashing businessmen, with their glory and prestige

Their dazzling charm and pursuit of opportunity,

Attending meeting after meeting, don’t wait

For simple girls with little advantage, no matter how brightly they smile

The ticking clock leered back at her

The hands of the clock were old and rusted, but they still crept onwards

Like me, she thought. From her resting place on the bed

Her wrinkled hands could almost touch the clock… she had no energy to stretch her fingers

But the busy outside, with its scurrying ants,

To and fro and back and forth, in a world that won’t stop spinning

With something to always do and somewhere to always be, don’t wait

For exhausted old ladies, no matter how small they dream

This post has gotten pretty long so I think I'm going to end it here. By the way, that site has some pretty good prompts if anyone's bored and wants something to do!